XXVIII.
And Nial coped with yet a hardier chief,
Whose practised valour and whose sinewy arm
Gave little hope, I ween, of victory brief,
Yet joy inspired to Nial, not alarm.
Terrific was their sword play, like the charm
Of deadly basilisk to lure the eye;
And many a pass was parried without harm,
And many a sweep and many a thrust put by,